I wrote this one while getting ready to board a plane for vacation. Is it a good sign I miss my person before I have even gone on vacation? Maybe. I want to take it slow so I don’t lose myself again. I don’t want to lose them either, so it’s slow and steady for me!

Island

My Shangri la
My honey and milk in the rain
My waking hours
My longest nights on the train

My summer solstice and
Festivals far
I’d give up my everything
To be where you are

To be where you are

The sunset sand
Is cold without you
My honest tongue
With nothing to prove

I fled to an island to find for myself
I’ll turn every rock just to fill in my shell
But my time away has been turned into
Turned into hell

What’s left of a man was left hoping
Wishing you well
I may be alone, but I’m hoping
Wishing you well